The Nomad Chronicles

a boy shows me a crawlspace.

I follow it to a small cell. the hole disappears.

a man in a suit comes by and shoves some boxes in a window.

I am in a tiny cell for hours.

I have to find a way out. A door appears. I go through. I am in a hall like a hotel with a camera in the corner. They are watching. I run down the hall and open doors, ending up on a stage where they have their sex slaves perform.

The audience has a bunch of lawyers, politicians, cops, and gangsters.

I scream at them, 'I KNOW WHAT THE FUCK THIS PLACE IS, AND WHO THE FUCK YOU ARE, YOU SICK BASTARDS!"

I flip them the double bird, and exit stage right, sprinting through seven double doors, I make it outside into fresh air.

I fly up into the night sky.